Finest Hour (Acoustic Version) - Cash Cash/Abir Composer：Frank Hendler/Nathanial L John/Abir Haronni/David Dalton/Jean Paul Makhlouf/Alex Makhlouf/Samuel Frisch Walking in with good intentions Walking out with no patience I feel my buttons being pressed on I feel my body tryna start some I know I'm young but I'm pissed off Telling everyone to kick rocks A couple rounds of the mezcal I'm falling down and I'm holding it all by a thread now No I ain't perfect never said I was perfect And I'm putting it all on a prayer now No I ain't perfect never said I was perfect This ain't my finest hour Might see my flaws today My words are out of order Maybe my drink's to blame Emptying all my pockets 'Til I don't feel a thing This ain't my finest hour This ain't my finest hour Bottling my emotions All this talk and commotion Everybody got me stressed out I can't control if I break down Every night is a big blur I can't get a hold of my temper Ain't no one to depend on I'm falling down and I'm holding it all by a thread now No I ain't perfect never said I was perfect And I'm putting it all on a prayer now No I ain't perfect never said I was perfect This ain't my finest hour Might see my flaws today My words are out of order Maybe my drink's to blame Emptying all my pockets 'Til I don't feel a thing This ain't my finest hour This ain't my finest hour I can't hide my flaws I And it's all my fault No I ain't perfect I am on my knees Never said I was perfect Don't give up on me I can't hide my flaws And it's all my fault 'Cause I deserved it I am on my knees Don't give up on me This ain't my finest hour Might see my flaws today My words are out of order Maybe my drink's to blame Emptying all my pockets 'Til I don't feel a thing This ain't my finest hour This ain't my finest hour
